She didn't need to care so much.
Mu Qingli smiled and declined, "Thank you, Huashang, but I don't think I will need it."
Bai Huashang, looking somewhat worried, asked, "Are you sure you won't need it?"
"I'm sure I won't."
Wen Lan snorted coldly on the side, "Swollen face to make a fat man, who knows how she'll embarrass herself in a moment!" No sooner had she finished speaking than she caught Lu Feng's gloomy eyes.
Kind of scary!
Was Lu Feng being protective?
Realizing this, Wen Lan immediately shut her mouth.
At that moment, Wen Lan felt relieved, thankful that she belonged to the White Tiger Gang and was covered by Bai Huashang. Otherwise, her fate would have been miserable!
"Miss Mu, please!" Xiao Ai stood opposite Mu Qingli and made a "please" gesture toward her.
"Please!" Mu Qingli bowed slightly as well.
The mutual salutes before the match were a part of China's martial arts spirit; it seemed that Xiao Ai indeed had some real skill.